Lost Cause Like Me - Jon Wolfe

Another bloody Mary morning and a cigarette

I got a hole in my bucket where my shits are kept

So, I think I’ll just go hobo with a bottle of Juan lobo

And hop a train out west

But I dig out my boots from a pile of dirty clothes

And I wrangle on a shirt and faded jeans with a few good holes

Find a mini nip of whiskey

In my pocket with a fifty so I’m good to go

Yeah I’m good to go

Maybe things are lookin' up, I could use a change of luck

Though lord knows I bring it mostly on myself

Singin' these old songs hauntin' every honky tonk

From Dallas down to the Travis county jail

Well my Mama prays I’ll change like a farmer prays for rain

In a July drought at night down on her knees

Thank God her and Jesus won’t let go of a lost cause like me

Well the mile markers passed are showin' round my eyes

From way too much hard livin and too little livin right

But I’ve got Ganga in my guitar

Case where all my picks are that I can hit tonight

Yeah I’ll be a hit tonight

Well maybe things are lookin' up, I could use a change of luck

Though lord knows I bring it mostly on myself

Singin' these old songs hauntin' every honky tonk

From Dallas down to the Travis county jail

Well my Mama prays I’ll change like a farmer prays for rain

In a July drought at night down on her knees

Thank God her and Jesus won’t let go of a lost cause like me

Yeah thank God her and Jesus won’t let go

Of a lost cause like me

All right